小時候嘗試寫日記,很快便停止寫了.雖然寫過了的東西不多,但現在日記遺失了覺得很可惜.
現在我有四,五個網誌–這一個,一個photo blog,一個在公司的,一個日本的(已很少用)及原本的網頁(更少用了).
有時回顧自己寫過的事很有趣,見到自己在某時候對某些事有某種睇法.
自己的網頁叫Dofin的快樂天空,因為我覺得更慘的事情經過時間的洗禮都會變得有趣,又或者說"經驗"本身便事有價值的事,而得到任何有價值的東西應該是開心的.只有沒有經驗的人是可悲的.
和亞k討論過一個敏感的問題,我說若果我英年早逝,我會把屋留給他,而錢便給我家人.但他卻想要錢不要屋…不是因為他貪心,只是他不想再有任何可以另他產生和我一起的記憶的東西.
之前的老細過了身後他父母想把骨灰送回澳洲,卻被他太太家人阻止…似乎人都想留起一些有紀念價值的東西.
回憶真是這麼可怕嗎?
When I was small I’ve tried to write diaries but I’ve stopped quite early. Even though I’ve written only a few things, the fact that I’ve lost the diary still saddens me.
Now I have 4-5 blogs — this one, a photo blog, a company one, a Japanese one (which I seldom update now) and the original website (which I update even less).
Sometimes it’s fun to look back on what I’ve written at the time. I could then recall what I was feeling about something at the time.
My own website was Dofin’s Happy Space, because I thought the saddest things, over time, would become interesting memories. Or, put it this way…experience itself is worthy. Anything with any worth should be a good thing. Good things = happy things. Only when one lacks experience should one be unhappy.
K and I have discussed a senstive issue lately. I said that if I passed away young I’d leave the apartment with him and the savings with my parents. But he wants money instead of the apartment. It’s not because he’s materialistic…he just doesn’t want to keep anything that could tie back to me when I’m gone.
When my old boss passed away, his parents wanted to bring his ashes home in Australia, but his in-laws said no. It seems like everyone wants to keep something of sendimental value of the deceased.
If that’s the case…is memory THAT horrible?